Page 91 of Top Shelf

I gasp in surprise, but then he is a hockey player, of course he has the strength to destroy panties.

They’re discarded somewhere on the floor as he returns to casually running his fingers through my folds, touching but not really touching. Teasing me with only a hint of what I really need.

“Ronan,” I groan.

My hips rock, trying to encourage him to go further, but he holds steady, gaze locked on mine as he keeps me on the edge.

“Is this what you want, Wren? All three of us?”

“Yes,” I respond earnestly. “I need you. All of you. I want you to make me feel alive. To make me burn with need and melt with pleasure. Individually. Together. All at once and separately. I want you in every way imaginable.”

Done waiting for him to make the move, I fist the front of his T-shirt and haul Ronan’s lips to mine. My mouth collides with his in a clash of teeth and desire that has gone too long unfulfilled. He meets me instantly, pressing me back into the lockers as his fingers find their home inside me.

I gaspinto his mouth, fingernails embedding into his skin as pleasure rocks through me.

“This what you want, Wren?” he asks again, but this time, there’s an edge behind his voice as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“Yes!” My hips rock in time to his rhythm, and I feel his eyes on me, watching, as Lucian’s lips suck on my skin and Silas’s hands push me higher toward that peak.

“You want to be fucked by us? To come on our fingers, our tongues, our dicks.”

“God, yes. All of that,” I gasp, head spinning.

On the next thrust of his fingers, I come apart. They don’t bother to silence me as I cry out my release.

“Fuck, Little Moth, you sound so incredible when you come. I want to hear you make that noise again on my cock.”

I nod, half-delirious, already turning toward him. I want that too.

My arms wrap around his neck, and before he lifts me off the floor, someone unzips my skirt. It falls to the floor.

“Keep the heels on,” Lucian says, before lifting me up, so my legs wrap around his hips. I feel warmth at my back as he pushes me back into Silas, using one hand to free himself from his pants.

I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I shimmy in his arms, so it glides across my clit, making me hum.

“God, Wren, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me, baby,” Lucian rasps, squeezing me tighter before reaching down between us. I can feel Silas helping to hold me up as Lucian pushes inside me. I gasp at the stretch, my eyes rolling back at how big he is.

“Fuck,” he chokes with quick, shallow pumps.

Silas rips off my bra before palming both breasts in his confident palms, while Ronan captures my lips, distracting me with a whirlwind kiss.

After a few more pumps, Lucian is all the way in. I feel like I’m being impaled in the best possible way, and needing more, I begin to rock against him. He uses his grip on my thighs and Silas’s presence at my back to thrust harder.

The wet sound of our fucking fills the locker room, sounding daring and erotic.

My fingers claw at him. At Ronan. At Silas. Needing more. Needing them.

Tearing my lips from Ronan’s, I gasp. “I want all of you.” I catch their looks of surprise, quickly followed by one of liquid passion. “It’s the four of us, right?” I ask, looking between the three of them. They nod. “Then I want all of you. Now. Together.”

“If you’re sure—” Ronan hedges.

“I am.”

“Then let’s give the little moth what she wants.” The grin Lucian gives me is sinfully wicked as he adjusts his grip on me before moving to a nearby bench. He lowers himself onto it, his hands moving to my hips and encouraging me to move. I slide along his length, reveling in the expression on his face every time I bottom out.

A presence appears at my back, and glancing over my shoulder, I catch Silas’s eyes. There’s a question there that I quickly answer with a nod of my head. It’s all the confirmation he needs as he presses closer, lips sliding over my skin as his hand moves between Lucian and me.

He coats his fingers in our pleasure before looking at Lucian. With a nod, Lucian leans back until he’s lying on the bench.